I rossë lótissen ilcanë auressë;
Híni lalaner ar hilyaner tier lassion;
Vilya luin, wilwarindi lantala

San cennen qualmë;
Loico ringa Lóriendessë;
Noirë lótion

Cuilelyë né telco racina;
Hrávë ve indili yelwë;
Lepsi ve tasari helco

Tuilë pícanë; lassi lantanë;
Lairë avánië ar Hrívë tullë;
I aiwi wintanë arta i falassë...

Aha erembië nië;
Natsessë nyérë ar naico;
Ar ahálië órenya fuinessë...

Mapanen lirulin ar rancen i rámar;
Quessi carni, lindë vanwa;
Nier telpi ar lini sintala

Hísië ninquë undulavis indonya;
Voroninya urúxië; nas asto;
Firini nar ilyë estelinya ar lorinya

The dew on the flowers gleamed in the sunlight
Children laughed and followed paths of leaves
Indigo sky, falling butterflies

Then I saw death
A cold corpse in Lórien
A tomb of flowers

Your life was a broken stem
Skin like cold lilies
Fingers as willows of ice

Spring waned; leaves fell
Summer faded and Winter came
The birds scattered across the shoreline

Rage has entrapped me
In a net of grief and pain
And has veiled my heart in shadow

I captured a lark and broke the wings
Red feathers, a lost song
Silver tears and fading sounds

My heart is drowned in cold mist
My faith has crumbled; it is dust
Dead are all my hopes and dreams